Forgiveness is letting go of all hopes for a better past.
—Lily Tomlin
Imagine a river flowing north towards ancient coniferous forests.
If you are into unbinding desire, you’ll understand the reference.
This immense verdant abundance is a secret hoard of light.
It is a felt experience where light casts both warm and shadow.
The machine logic of algorithmic propaganda will not understand this.
We swallow the discipline of seasonal change and its nostalgia—
the purpose of death unfolding before our eyes with brilliant fascination.
In this portal of harvest and grief, we remember why even the gods rest.
What remains in the graduating darkness is a promise of something better.
Cache Culture 